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Updated: June 25, 2025
Old Sir Thomas is marching round, paying senile compliments to all the prettiest girls; his son Gillam, with a diamond stud that you could see a mile off, is beaming on Mrs. Bethune, who is openly encouraging him. Bethune with a vigour hardly to be expected of him. He is looking even younger than usual. Though fully forty-five, he still looks only thirty the reason of his nickname!
A white whirl a mighty rush a tumult of roaring waters the ice walls pitched down the canoe was caught tossed up nipped crushed like a card-box and we four flung on the drenching ice-pans to a roll of the seas like to sweep us under, with a footing slippery as glass. "Keep hold of Gillam! Lock hands!" came a clarion voice through the storm. "Don't fear, men! There is no danger!
To go into a thing like that! How rude!" says Mrs. Chichester, going off into a little convulsion of laughter behind her fan. "Talking of clothes," says Captain Marryatt at the moment, "did you ever see anything like Gillam's get up?" "Gillam? Is that Mrs. Bethune's partner?" "Yes. Just look at his trousers, his diamonds! How can Mrs. Bethune stand it all?"
Instead of returning by the creek that cut athwart the neck of land between the two rivers, Radisson decided to go down Nelson River to the bay, round the point, and ascend Hayes River to the French quarters. Cogitating how to frighten young Gillam out of the country or else to seize him, Radisson glided down the swift current of Nelson River toward salt water.
"Shiver my soul," blurts out Ben, "I haven't a tongue like an eel, but that's what I mean; and I'm king here, and welcome to you, Radisson!" "And that's what I mean," laughed M. Radisson, with a bow, quietly motioning us to follow ashore. "No need to conquer where one is master, and welcome to you, Captain Gillam!"
Radisson, conceiving himself to be badly treated by the French Governor of Canada, crossed over to England with his brother-in-law, Chouart, and the two were warmly taken up by Prince Rupert of Bavaria, the cousin of Charles II. They were sent out by Prince Rupert in command of an expedition financed by him and a number of London merchants, and in 1669 the New England captain, Gillam, returned to England with Chouart and the first cargo of furs from Hudson's Bay.
There, on what is now known as Seal or Gillam Island, stood a crude new fort; and anchored by the island lay a stout ship the Bachelor's Delight cannons pointing from every porthole. Was it the pirate ship seen off Labrador?
Godefroy whispered in my ear that he would not give a pin's purchase for all the furs the New Englander would get; and Ben Gillam looked like a man whose shoe pinches. He hung his head hesitating. "But if you run up a flag, or fire a gun, or let your people leave the island," warned M. Radisson, "I may let my men come, or tell the English, or join the Indians against you."
In June 1670, one month after the charter was granted, three ships the Wavero, the Shaftesbury Pink, and the Prince Rupert conveying forty men and a cargo of supplies, sailed for Hudson Bay. Gillam commanded the Prince Rupert, Radisson went as general superintendent of trade, and Charles Bayly as governor of the fort at the Rupert river.
Ben Gillam was dumfounded to find that he had been trapped, when he had all the while thought that he was acting the part of a clever spy. He broke out in a storm of abuse. Radisson remanded the foolish young man to a French guard. At the mess-room table Radisson addressed his prisoner: "Gillam, to-day I set out to capture your fort." At the table sat less than thirty men.
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